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The Falsies

The Maybelline Falsies was quite the eye catcher in the recently held SuperSale Bazaar at The Grove by Rockwell.

Maybelline The Falsies, by bitsandtreats

Why wouldn’t it with its striking color and intriguing name?

I didn’t plan on using this mascara, well, because I’m supposed to sell it! But one day I found that my Magnum was drying up and clumping like crazy so I decided to raid my stocks. I’m very happy that I did.

Hyphen only carries the regular Falsies and I was worried that with the heat, it will run off all over my lids and face. But I was really surprised that it holds up quite nicely. Of course it will rub off with water but I still need to use a mascara remover to completely clean my eyes so I guess it’s not completely water washable.

I’m very happy that it doesn’t make my eyes itch. It’s only recently that I’ve noticed that after several hours of wearing The Magnum, my eyes itch. The Falsies doesn’t do that even after a long day at the bazaar.

Here’s how it looks like on me:

falsies on my lashes, by bitsandtreats


It doesn’t make my lashes look like Falsies but I’m very happy that it enhances its natural features and that’s enough for me.

The Falsies is available at Hyphen.

Comments

  1. Looove the mascara on you! I was there at the bazaar but I don't think I saw you there.

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  2. What a beautiful post! Thank you for sharing!

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  3. as long as it makes the lashes long, that's good enough for me.

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  4. @Michelle: I was there, corner booth, to your left when you enter the covered area. I think I saw you but I'm not sure. Were you there with your boyfriend?

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